Random Observations on Being in the John Hurt Way
One day I went outside, absolutely convinced that there was some kind of decomposing plant matter nearby. I could smell it everywhere, pungent and rotten-smelling. But when I dragged Nick out to verify it, he wasn't able to smell anything at all.
I don't know how it's possible to be this overheated all of the time. Sometimes my face feels like the Nazis at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
So my body is building a home for the baby, and it's apparently doing it 24/7 based on the symptoms I've been experiencing. Don't they have unions in the uterus? Seriously. Someone's getting overworked.
Flavors are all wrong. I also have a terrible aftertaste following every meal, drink, or snack. What's with that? It's like I taste every flavor, and then I taste the haunted carnival version of the flavor. It's the same basic taste, but all sinister and unpleasant.
Wouldn't it be cool if there were educational tapes and videos that you could use to teach the baby about the world while it was still in the womb? You know, like in Superman.
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1 Emily said January 14, 2010 at 9:38 p.m.
When I was pregnant, I was convinced that Alan's Sugar Smacks cereal smelled like sesame garlic sauce. It was vile, frankly, to watch him eat it and smell Asian food on his breath.
2 Karen said January 14, 2010 at 9:38 p.m.
I hear you, sister. Four months ago I would have thought such a thing impossible, but now it seems my flavor wires are getting crossed all the time. Hamburger meat tastes kind of like eggs to me (??), and when I drink my nightly chocolate milk, I'm sometimes convinced I can taste bleach.
3 Mary Ann said January 14, 2010 at 9:38 p.m.
For a long time, all I could eat were things tomato and cheese based. Everything else seemed to have been previously soaked in rancid oil, cloying perfume, or rotten shrimp.